I recently began a low carb diet.
I have counted and counted carbs
for three weeks now. I sort of know
which foods to eat. I am more
familiar with the foods I can’t.
At first, it’s sad. Saying goodbye
to things like cupcakes and cookies.
Then there is the desperate search
for an acceptable replacement.
There is nothing to replace
the satisfying feeling of sugar.
I have gotten used to barely
any sugar though. What I love
is the oddly balanced hum
that exists within. No more,
major highs and lows. Just
an ability to keep moving forward.
My rewards don’t feel so blaring
in my face. My rewards are low,
but they don’t let me down after
they no longer exist. There is
something beautiful in that.